btw.sex in the wood isnt as romantic as it seems.heels kept sinking in the dirt and pine needles were sticking to the fishnets
i wish i had your life
Admittedly I was a little ambitious with some of the positions but you walked in during the worst of it.
I am going to get arrested. I am yelling fuck repeatedly, wearing a Bird jersey and polka dot pants while pounding wine. Amazing mug shot to follow.
I've come to realize time passes slowest when I'm sitting in class, waiting for microwavable foods, working out, & giving head.
yea im pretty sure it has something do with my love of forearms...
decision: in honor of being in new orleans this weekend all my drunk texts will be en francais
so far we have 6 big wheels and 10 boxes of wine for the tour de franzia. team drunkslut is favored to win the yellow jersey.
I think that means you're growing up...when your coke nail becomes your opening mail nail.
You told the cop you where the star of the Track team and tried to run away. So yeah, i'm not surprised.
If you fall asleep, my vagina and I will never forgive you.
Pretty sure I got pink eye from the strip club. There is also still beer cans rattling around in my shower.
whatcha doing?
lying in bed pretending to be a slug
Wanna go get tea? Warning: I will be high in an hour.
It wasn't until after we began having sex again the next morning I realized I didn't know his name.
I suppose writing him up is more professional than keying his car.
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